doodle prince

The water in the smart bathtub is automatically heated, the air becomes humid again, the water mist rises, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, foggy, and the face in the copper mirror becomes blurred.

Holding a thin piece of skin in his left hand, the man stood up from the bathtub and walked barefoot on the ground.

Then stop in front of a giant full-length mirror.

He stretched out his right hand, brushed it with his palm, and wiped off the mist and water droplets on the mirror.

The man's face clearly appeared in the mirror.

Chen Feng stared at the face in the mirror motionlessly.

The broken hair on the forehead has been pulled back, fully revealing the outline of the face.

The outline on the left side oozes drops of bright red blood due to being torn too hard just now, and his complexion is slightly pale because he has not seen the sun for many days, followed by his tightly pursed lips, high nose, deep-set eyes, and sharp eyebrows.

Unlike Chen Feng's face with drooping eye corners, always showing a sense of despondency and unluckyness, although this face in the mirror is handsome, it looks extremely dull, as if he was born unable to smile.

This is a face that does not have the slightest resemblance to the face on his hand.

But it was Chen Feng's familiar face.

He's been tricked.

It's a very nasty prank.

So, who is playing tricks on him?

Chen Feng took a brand new towel and wiped off the water and blood on his face.

Then put the face on it again.

That piece of skin seemed to have a magical covering ability, when Chen Feng put it on his face, it automatically fit the contours of Chen Feng's facial features.

However, because it was torn off violently, the skin under the right ear was gently rolled up, like the corner of an old book, or like a disassembled commodity package.

Chen Feng lowered his eyelids, dried his hair, put his face on his face, and walked out of the bathroom.

After Chen Feng came out of the bathroom, he put on his clothes and shoes again.

The prince was watching TV while lifting the sofa.

He picked up the black feather he had fallen from under the sofa, wiped the feather and put it in his arms, then turned his head and asked Chen Feng: "It's so late, you want to go out?"

"Ah."

The prince nodded, and suddenly, as if he saw something suddenly, he turned his head to look at Chen Feng, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng's face: "You just took a bath? How long did you take it?"

"Soaked for a while." Chen Feng said, "What's wrong."

"...Nothing, where are you going?"

"Go to the original home." Chen Feng said, "There are some Jiuxing things there, I will go and clean them up."

Chen Feng paused, and added: "I may not come back tonight."

Prince: "Do you want me to accompany you? Maybe there will be monsters inside."

"No need." Chen Feng said, "I want to sleep there alone for a while."

The night is thick.

Chen Feng was lying on Chen Jiuxing's bed, breathing steadily.

The prince opened the door and walked in, holding a brand new dough in his hand.

He released a sleepy bug, which bit Chen Feng's fingertips.

It made Chen Feng, who was already asleep, sleep even more deeply.

Then turn on the light and walk to Chen Feng.

Although the mask on Chen Feng's face was made of extremely precious and thin materials, it had to be replaced regularly.

Not only does it need to be replaced, but also medicine is applied to his face to stop his face from changing and growing, and to prevent the growth of a beard and reveal his feet.

All in all, this is a very troublesome project, and for some other reasons, all the procedures have to be done by the prince himself.

During this period of time, so many interesting things happened that the prince almost forgot to change the mask on Chen Feng's face.

It wasn't until Chen Feng came out of the shower today that he saw the edge of the mask that had been exposed behind Chen Feng's ears, and he realized that it was time to change the mask.

Seeing that Chen Feng had fallen into a deep sleep, the prince went to bed without hesitation, sat beside Chen Feng, bent down, and stretched out his hand to touch the gap behind Chen Feng's left ear.

As soon as he tore off a corner, he noticed something strange, and his movements stopped suddenly.

wrong!

This mask has been torn off!

Before the prince could take back his hand, the man under him grabbed his wrist. He opened his eyes, turned over quickly, and pressed the prince firmly under him.

The prince seemed to want to push him away with brute force, but before he could do it, something cold and sharp hit his throat.

The mask on his face fell off at this moment, and the man pressing on him revealed his indifferent face.

He stared at the prince with no warmth in his eyes.

"Did you do all this?"

The prince was not afraid of ordinary daggers at all, so he was ready to kick Chen Feng.

But as soon as he moved, the cold, sharp thing cut his neck.

Blood flowed down the sharp blade, and there was unbearable pain from the wound.

The prince's body froze.

"What you hold in your hand is..."

"Your feathers." Chen Feng said.

When Chen Feng walked into this house, he felt that he needed a dagger.

A special dagger, an indestructible dagger.

As if everything had been printed in his mind, the tools he needed also emerged at this moment.

Chen Feng took out the somewhat old book from the bookshelf and opened it.

Inside lay a white fluff and a pitch-black feather quietly.

This is what's left over from when the Prince's prototype first appeared.

Chen Feng picked up the pitch-black feather.

This feather is as long as a palm, and its color is black and bright, even if it is placed here for a long time, it has not lost half of its color.

"The little prince's feather is the most indestructible weapon, but it still needs to borrow the power of flames."

A boy's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Chen Feng picked up the feather and felt ridiculous and ridiculous for a moment.

The setting of this feather is too magical, like the fantasy in the mind of a two-year-old boy.

But Chen Feng decided to believe it once.

So Chen Feng took out the lighter and placed it under the feather.

The black feathers are scorched by the flames, and the down feathers are rolled up in the middle, gradually overlapping with the black rachis.

When Chen Feng put down the lighter, the feather in his hand had turned into a flat, sharp, thin and narrow weapon.

Sharp, hard, and glowing with cold light.

Chen Feng took the dagger made of feather and stabbed at the glass door beside him.

The glass door, which claims to have high light transmission and high pressure resistance, is poked a hole like tofu at this moment.

The hole lasted two seconds on the glass door.

The entire glass door collapsed and shattered into a pile of particles.

But at this moment, the dagger from the prince's wings was pressing against his own neck, making him unable to move even a bit, and even unable to exert his strength.

"Have you recovered your memory?" the prince raised his head and asked him.

Chen Feng looked at the prince with extremely indifferent eyes, and asked him: "Why did you do this?"

The prince stared into Chen Feng's eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "It seems that you still haven't recovered your memory."

Chen Feng held the dagger tightly in his hand, so strong that the dagger without a handle could almost cut his own hand, he called out the prince's name for the first time: "Ye Jiming, that The group of monsters are all with you, right?"

"Yes." The prince admitted generously.

"Are Qi Tianyue and Chen Zihua sent by you?"

"Chen Zihua also guessed it? Not bad." The prince's tone was quite appreciative.

"Where is Jiuxing? You also killed Jiuxing?"

The prince raised his eyebrows, the dagger cut his neck, the wound was burning hot, sweat was dripping from his forehead, but his eyes were still smiling: "You really care about him the most, so it's okay if he dies." It really cheers me up."

"you hate me?"

The prince smiled viciously: "I wish your life would be worse than death."

"why?"

The prince did not speak again.

Chen Feng said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ye, since you hate me and want to take revenge on me, you should tell me the reason why you hate me, and tell me the mistakes I have made, instead of erasing my memory and changing my memory. My face, throw me in someone else's house, and find a bunch of monsters to play with me, making me live in a fog, but want to see me hysterical."

The prince sneered: "How to take revenge on you is my choice, you don't need to teach me."

Chen Feng: "Let me ask you one last time, why did you do this?"

The prince glanced at him contemptuously, his red eyes were full of arrogance, even though he was pressed under him, he could still put on that cold and arrogant expression: "What if I don't tell you?"

Chen Feng moved his right hand, and the dagger stuck to the prince's carotid artery.

"I'll count to five." Chen Feng said.

"Five." The prince remained motionless and even smiled.

"Four." The prince opened his mouth and called out lightly for him.

"Three." The dagger in Chen Feng's hand had cut his own hand so hard.

"Two." Chen Feng's blood flowed down the dagger.

"one."

Chen Feng stabbed down.

"what--"

The prince on the bed let out a scream, and his whole body arched in pain.

Cold sweat broke out from the prince's forehead.

The veins on his neck and forehead were bulging, and his whole body was shaking convulsively from the pain.

Chen Feng stared at the prince's face for a while, then moved his gaze down to his shoulder.

He didn't stab the dagger into the prince's body just now, but just brushed the prince's shoulder and plunged into the mattress.

But the prince is not just acting.

The dagger didn't hurt the prince at all, only the blood from Chen Feng's hand touched the prince's shoulder, but the fabric of the clothes on the prince's shoulder was corroded, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

A hole seemed to be stabbed in his shoulder, and the blood turned black, with an unpleasant burnt breath.

Like metal corroded by sulfuric acid.

Chen Feng stared at the prince's chest, the unpleasant scorched breath entered his nose, and two voices suddenly sounded in his mind again.

"Since the sharpest weapon in the world is my feathers, what is more powerful than my feathers?

"The boy's voice was crisp and dignified, as if jade pendants struck each other and jingled.

"It's my blood," said another boy.

"You are lying!"

"Really. At least in this world, my blood is the most powerful. Flowers will wither if they get on it, and grass will die if they get it on. If a little monster like you gets on it, it will be even worse, and it will hurt so much. Life is better than death."

"Then stay away from me."

"A Ye, wait for me."

The voices of the two boys grew further and further away until they disappeared.

Chen Feng threw away the dagger, he looked at the prince, and asked:

"...Did we meet each other when we were young?"

Taking advantage of his daze, the prince kicked him away, gritted his teeth and sweated, covered the wound on his shoulder, and left like a puff of smoke.